I make a fool of myself (without meaning to) on a regular basis...its just kind of who I am. I'd like to say its part of my charm, but really its just me having a lot of humiliating things happen that make other people laugh.
Yesterday I picked Gracie up from school and noticed bigger smiles than usual on her teacher's faces. With a jaunty wave and a big smile myself, I whisked Gracie and her little book bag out of the classroom. I may have heard a giggle or two as the door closed behind us.
I don't usually check said book bag during the week, as most of the papers, clothes etc don't come until the weekend. This morning I did. Thank the good lord.
Inside I found a little tied up plastic bag, the kind you usually received when your little angel has made a mess of his/hers clothes. Inside this bag, however, was a pair of old, ratty underwear. MY old, ratty underwear.
I can only imagine that they were somehow stuck to Gracie's sheets when I sent them (freshly washed) backed to school on Monday. These are pre-baby, should have been thrown away years ago, only worn in desperate situations underwear. Which now those responsible for shaping the young mind of my daughter have sent home in a plastic baggy.
Parke will be picking up Gracie this afternoon...and possibly every afternoon for the rest of the year. Cripes.